Ding Fan's hands danced in the air, leaving nothing but afterimages in their wake.
The man in the white coat stared in dumbfounded astonishment, thinking to himself, was this some kind of acrobatic performance?
Mu Zi's eyes were wide open as he watched, taken utterly aback. Ding Fan was composed and graceful, exuding the air of a master. This mannerism of his was far more captivating than that of those effeminate guys who only knew how to pose.
"Brother Fan is so cool!"
While the man in the white coat and Mu Zi were both amused by the spectacle, Old Fan's expression became serious.
Laymen watch the excitement; experts watch the technique.
Ding Fan's hands moved swiftly, but each Silver Needle was inserted with extraordinary accuracy, and the force and angle of each needle were just right.
In Xingcheng, Old Fan was known as a Doctor, and acupuncture was one of his most exceptional skills. Yet even he could not achieve what Ding Fan just did.
